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Rumi, Jake Sully, And A Starry, Starry Night.

Thinking of those no longer around, how I wish to speak with them now, standing on my balcony, the sun shining magnificently, so utterly lovely for winter. The birds share their songs, selflessly. The trees readying themselves with fresh buds and herbs starting to grow.

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Don’t Rush Away The Unworthy Woman.

The unworthy woman is a force, an energy, a song-line. She'll hurl your into exile, desert, and silence. She'll wrap you up in shitty newspaper, and watch you drift down the river screaming. Ruthless. However, without her, we have this deep yearning for a deeper life. Without her, we're colorless.

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It’s Time To Reverse Rape Culture.

When I tell my husband how uneasy I feel at times walking alone on the street, he says he feels powerless, to which I agree. He can’t always be around to call out misogynistic assholes (and I wish he could), but why should there be discrimination towards women in the first place? Why should we ...

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Staying In The Present Moment: I Won’t Be A Victim, I’ll Overcome.

When you live under the shadow of comparisons to other human beings, the pressure of expectations you just can't fulfill, or know of videos on the internet of people torturing their kids, their pets. When you see the limits people set to not give or share, and the length greed takes. The bombs ...

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Hang In There, Even As You Cope With Loss.

For those of us dealing with so much loss, can we master our grief?

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Australia Day Or Invasion Day: Am I A Patriotic Strayan?

This Australia Day, I won’t be sitting around an esky full of beer, drinking myself stupid. I won’t fly an Aussie flag out of my car window while playing Triple J's Hottest 100. I won’t get a Southern Cross tattoo. I won’t paint my face blue, white and red. The words 'Oi, Oi, Oi' will not pass ...

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The Tide Turns: I Am The Water, Not A Body That Can Drown.

As for my beloved, The Rock? He is no rock! The peak I had clung to in my desperation was only a tip that descended down, his root far below the surface of the ocean. He is the land, the terra firma, the stone, pebble and mud. He is the layer upon layer of compacted silt and sand.

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Twilight Departures: Silent Anonymities In Transit.

She meets me briefly across the carpeted distance, dark eyes nestled in auburn, a wisp of a smile; her satin dress dissolves the light like water, and I am a man overboard, un-anchored in a shifting ocean of teal blue waves, the cross-hatched moquette a net that enmeshes us both like minnows.

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Nothing New 2016: Let Us Share Our Resolutions (And More).

That’s right, like many who have tried and failed spectacularly before me, I am setting myself a lofty and potentially unachievable New Year’s resolution. I will seek to purchase nothing new in 2016.

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This Retrograde Asks Us To Question.

When I experience heartbreak, I cut my hair, get a new piercing. When I move from one city to another, visits to my old home become painfully lonely. I am no longer here, but here is always in me. I am never the same again.

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